Freedom's Myth

Will Bacchus' wine drown me at last In drunken stupor lie? Freed from the memories of the past, In deepest slumber sigh? To soar in dreams Orion's mantle Ride Hermes' wings in fantasy To heights and stars all mine to handle Here lies my bed, this galaxy. Will Eros then in mercy take His cruel arrow from my heart? From Aphrodite's list forsake My name, from love do I depart! Escape to blissful freedom here In bright Aurora sun The dawn shall wipe away the tear Of night, for new day has began. Like Echo just set free, enjoy Emptied of Narcissus' face - With her these dancesteps will employ Freedom from my sorrowed days. Will Galatea breathe at last, And grant Pygmalion's wish? But Love when freed escapes too fast The heart remains, with none to cherish.